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The eternal flame burns brightly.
The flame of my soul.
The heat is intensifying.
It's becoming unbearable.
Something inside is fighting.
Waiting to go free.
Something inside is dying.
As the eternal flame grows cold.

Here is a poem of a cat.
Who walked into an allyway and laid down to nap.
While lying on the cold wet ground.
The cat heard a very strange sound.
The cat picked up its head and looked around.
The ally for the source of the sound.
He saw a building with an open back door.
And inside was a hard wood floor.
The cat walked in to take a peek.
Strictly out of curiosity.
And as we all know.
Curiosity killed the cat.
So it goes.

Emotions are complex.
And they always change.
Like the burning flame of love.
To the cold feeling of disspare.
My burning flame has gone out.
My lovelife now is over.
All thats left is cold.
Until i find my one true lover.
My flame will stay unlit.


There is always a place you can go,
a place you can be alone,
a place you can relax.
Its a world that only you can see,
a world that you create,
a world were you can be,
whatever you want to be,
an escape from reality,
Its what you want it to be.

All the lies,
That fill the skies,
Makes me start to wonder why,
Everyone fells the need to lie,
Lies can make you feel like dirt,
Lies can also hurt others,
But i think it hurts you more,
White lies are no better,
For they are still lies,
lies,lies,lies,
Why oh why,
Do people fell the urge to lie.

in the abyss where you sit,
until the earth once more shall shift,
and awaken you from your eternal rest,
you awaken with dark shadowy eyes,
and emerge from the abyss where you lay,
into the bright sunlit day.

Senses of things to come,
A lasting sense of time,
A sense that something will happen,
This unusual sense is mine.
A sense of everlasting love,
A sense not yet developed,
A sense of something yet to come,
A sense that someones not who they are,
Or what they claim to be,
A sense of right and wrong,
This unusual sense is mine.
And mine alone.

love is eternal,
so they say,
love can come in many ways,
wheter by chance,
or chosen by fate,
love will come,
love is great,
good things come to those who wait,
some wait forever,
for something so great,
a feeling of compasion,
a feeling so great,
love is eternal,
so they say.